Hold On To Your Genre - Les Savy Fav

Hold on to your genre your genre's got a hold on you
Hold on to your hair do it's the only thing to hold onto
Hold on to your genre your genre's got a hold on you
Get up on the vapor 'cause the solid's tough to hold onto
There's a promise in the back room See it written in the bathroom
You tell a little lie and then you
Try to get us in your bedroom
You see our little lives and then you
Try to drag you to your death tomb
I've been checking the seams of your red velvet blazer
Now I'm haunted by dreams of the things I've found hid there：
All the rabbits you've vanished
All the cards that you've killed
All the dawns that you've banished
With too many pills
Together forever
The pity the pleasure
The privilege the pressure
The arteries we sever
The stillness it chills us
It's chills that we crave
The stillness will fill us when we fill in our graves
I never wanted something
Like nothing half this much
I'd gladly trade my state
For nullity and such
For once to stop this buzzing
And the lights inside my head
Can I please have truly nothing
Once before I'm dead
There's a promise in the back room See it written in the bathroom
You tell a little lie and then you
Try to get us in your bedroom
You see our little lives and then you
Try to drag us to your death tomb
I've been checking the seams of your red velvet blazer
And I'm seeing the lines of your will and your wish list：
And you wish you were nothing
And you wish you were cold
And you wish day's meant something
So you'd stop getting old
Back in the day you loved the night
And you would feast with great delight
A walnut coffin lined in silk
And the daughters blood was mother's milk
But now with fangs red as dusk
A wet mouth in a dried up husk
You try to make me one of us
Are you sick of being pretty
Are you sick of being cool
Are you alive beneath your makeup
Or just an un dead ghoul